Humility

Don't ask me why this is the subject of my mind today. Maybe because of my constant quest for self-examination, apparently not a well-known practice. Maybe cause sometimes I feel weak although in reality the idea of that is not true. Other's look at me and take me for either a "whiff and poof" or very sweet...neither is far off until it's unnecessary and then... you better ask somebody...Big Babeeeeh (smile). What bother's me is not the perception of other's but my own feelings. Usually it's temporary because then the words, which are borrowed from the bible come to mind, which is... it takes more courage to be admit weakness than it does to be strong or something similar. I watch people get all "hinkty" (slang for saddity or snooty), especially women, about being a bitch, even braggadocios and it makes me think... Is that good? Every bitch from my personal encounters was found to be very unhappy, overly sensitive and whiney people if the truth were known, wanting to be smothered with attention, for people to like them let alone love them. Trust, I have had my share of being around a few... befriended by some. Another thing, they cry more than I do (lol). You have to bring something of yourself to beat me out of that title. On the good hand side, my strengths allow me to take myself out to dinner and eat alone (I'm good company), look in the mirror without cringing and make small talk with people who don't know me in the grocery store. When I see the torment self-proclaimed b------ go through...I would much rather be me (smile). There...that feels so much better.